Apparently, nobody who works at a chicken ranch read my advice on how to recession-proof your career. Tisk, tisk, pleasure providers. You deserve a slap on the wrist (if you thought of something other than “wrist”, you’re a pervert). If you aren’t aware, Nevada allows prostitution in counties with a population of less than 400,000 people, which are generally the ones (where toothless Joe and his rifle reside) that are in the middle of nowhere. Because of the rising gas prices, fewer customers are willing to drive to the somewhat creepier parts of the state just for some expensive “fun time” (“booty”). Some brothels are now giving away free $50 gas cards to their customers to help keep up business (stuff it, car dealerships!) because they understand how much it blows to pay almost $5 a gallon. Others have a special deal. It’s possibly the most patriotic notion anyone has ever come up with-- actually, I think it’s neck-and-neck with the car dealership commercial that has a terrible Barack Obama impersonator saying, “Yes you can!”-- and it’s the perfect economic stimulus package (it’s even named after our good friend President Bush--- no, it’s not what you’re thinking). If a customer enters the brothel with their early/late/on-time birthday check from the President, the customers receives, as we’d say in the retail world, a sort of buy one-get one of equal value free deal. What a way to stimulate a package.
[Lola.]
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